the green ballout in the fresh air
feet propped on the picnic table
not three stones throws from me
a river flows north to south
though not total silence
no one is speaking
awakening travels through
my entire being
a soft quiet afternoon
slightly hot
the wind plays ebb and flow
like ocean tides
a thousand leaves gently clapping
my mind shakes loose
my muse giggles
a deluge of thoughts
line up instantly organized
itching for an escape
words rush the gate
filling empty slate
stories or poems
it does not matter
friends one and all
(copyright)
sandra m. hagan
August 26, 2012
East Peoria, Illinois
Millpoint Campground
“i wrote this, and it was fun.”
3 comments:
I like this,it makes me think mischief might be made,lol!
Sounds like a wonderful afternoon.
Mary
cherish that muse of yours Sandi, she is so delightful, x
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